Poems

‘Poetry as insurgent art’ – Ferlinghetti

  • Smudge, part 2

    The MOP, man should enter with economic friedman (freedom)But buyer of his labour power resides in the wealth towerso high, in clouds, the dome is, unseen. Sold is self! slave of the towermanIs a commodity of cheap exchange, expoitation – how it’s been. How then deem I this world, life’s experienceAs Emotion overpowers the body……

  • Life’s empty without it

    I fixed my hair on the mirrored wardrobe before going out to meet you on a cold night. My thoughts – can’t you hear? The brain disturbance unsettling The air between me and your ear To create earnest sound waves Likely weakened, on reaching, In virtue of the distance, The faint song of which -……

  • Thoughts of the day

    Obviously in Covid times, we talk about economic growth slowing down, but do we in parallel realize also that growth cannot be indefinite? And it cannot be unlimited? Nature has a carrying capacity; material production and human development has to happen in a way that is balanced and sustainable (as trite as it may sound).……

  • A Poem, part 1 — Smudge; A soul be disturbed not stirred

    Yea, the gradual sedentarization; The slow erasure of self, of mind… Have you ever looked, observed, The window pane, the detergent, The water soaking into… The wooden frame – capillarily, The second rinse-wipes happen The result? Still a smudgy, Lacklustre, slightly translucent, Unglamorous see through — Ugly, uninteresting, unnecessary, Unsummoned — like tiptoe diabetes. The……

  • Foreigner

    I, the perpetual foreigner resident in amassed empire a culture reigns that business reins and misery rains global, all in denial. A handsome lotus in a dirty pond, oblivious of chlorotic associates confines its imagination to  colours only vivid,  cohabiters on surface, friendships fostered with not all. A lone frog on a float  waits about,……